Stu. This morning? You had business then?
Lew. You'll call it by another name, perhaps. Where's Mr. Beverley, madam?
Char. We have sent to enquire for him.
Lew. Is he abroad then? He did not use to go out so early.
Char. No; nor to stay out so late.
Lew. Is that the case? I am sorry for it. But Mr. Stukely, perhaps, may direct you to him.
Stu. I have already, Sir. But what was your business with Me?
Lew. To congratulate you upon your late successes at play. Poor Beverley! But You are his friend; and there's a comfort in having successful friends.
Stu. And what am I to understand by this?
Lew. That Beverley's a poor man, with a rich friend; that's all.